Tommyinnit oneshots (DISCONTINUED)

5K/7K SPECAL: THESEUS

(This is litteraly just an sbi AU of Jack Staubers OPAL. I tried to make it extra long for yall.
BE WARNED, if you haven't seen the video above and decide to watch it prepare for disturbing content
But it also has catjams ngl

Sbi living together, abuse *nothing graphic*, depersonalization, Tommy doesn't talk at all in this, he's around 6 years old?)

Theseus was looking out his window mesmerized by a strange house with an eerie top window, his father Phil looking sadly at him with sweat breaching his face

"You know we don't worry about the house across the street, Theseus," the avian brought his wing up to cover the window for a moment
Said boy smiled with a nod as his older brother Techno closed the blinds, the pinkette mumbling about how he should get to bed.

"Oh, yeah, goodnight Theseus!" Wilbur grinned, standing up and ruffling the blondes hair

"Goodnight!" Phil grinned, tucking his wings up to his back as he closed the big oak door, Theseus' favorite type of wood.
The boy paid attention to the footsteps in the hallway each walking to their respective rooms, slipping out of bed when it had become dead silent.

Slowly stepping over to his window Theseus opened the curtain, yet again mesmerized by the house across the street, the only house that was nearby. Suddenly there was something grabbing onto his leg, with a gasp the blonde looked down to see Betty holding onto his leg in a silent way of saying don't go.

Walter was also watching him from across the bedroom, both dogs giving him puppy eyes.
Dispite the "you can't say no to that look" phrase Theseus rolled his eyes and opened the window, crawling out by popping out the mesh screen.
He had no shoes on as he crossed the street and stepped on the wooden porch of his neighbors.

RING, RING, RING

The porch light turned on with the alarm, Theseus screaming shortly and opening the door, slamming it closed when he got inside.
Looking up he saw a man sitting infront of a tv slowly turn to look at him, a broken pair of glasses on the armrest

"Tommy, is that you?" It was clearly obvious he was practically blind without his glasses. "Come here, I can't find my cigarettes, when I get my glasses fixed you won't be able to hide them again"
Ignoring how the mans voice sounded like if rust could talk he tuned into the tv, hearing some very catchy jingle about lung problems and smoking, how ironic.

The cigarettes were right infront of the rough-voiced brunette on the coffee table, Theseus slowly stepping closer. The blonde wasn't expecting this when he entered the house, but jesus he wasn't expecting the man to start a monologue

"You know your brother broke them right? I would've kicked him so hard if he wasn't a blackbelt" the mans brown eyes rolled, as if he got a response from Theseus and he coughed loudly, finishing with a labored breath and a wheeze
"And if your father didn't start crying, such a baby, he coops himself up in an imaginary world and then realizes his pretty face isn't important here,"

Theseus wasn't listening very well, instead he slowly stepped over to the brunette while avoiding any trash on the floor.

"You aren't important either Tommy, whatever you got going on isn't nearly as worthwhile as what I'm doing.."
While the kid held out his hand, cigarettes in palm the man just looked blankly at him
"Why're you not saying anything, no usual witty response?"
Theseus contituted to stay quiet, the brunette furrowing his thin eyebrows
"You're not Tommy, are you? Who are you?! Get out of this house!"

The man stood up, stumbling over to Theseus who backed up and dropped the box of cigarettes. Before he could get too close the brunette tripped over one of the said peices of trash, yelling a set of profanities at the boy.
Having the entrance blocked by a practically blind man Theseus ran upstairs, but quickly slowed down to look at a door in the hallway, it had the same mesmerizing aura as the outside of the house itself.
Beginning to step closer he heard a voice singing to a radio in the next room, almost passing it up.

"Hey, you're just gonna stop by without saying hello?"
Theseus walked back, stepping into the doorway, a man surrounded by mirrors was sitting on a stool. He had a pair of beautiful black wings outstretched into the room, radio a little too close to getting knocked over by a wing
"Just look at me Tommy! I finaly preened my wings, can't believe I forgot about the rest of my body, no matter how important my face is.. sorry, that didn't make any sense to you probably, you don't get my brain"

Theseus raised an eyebrow as the avian continued his whole essay about himself or something, eventually getting bored. The man couldn't even see his face with a mirror in the way
The boy began to walk away but was startled by an annoyed grumble

"Hold on a second, you can take some time to listen you know? You act like I'm a complete stranger! Wait.." the man paused, shuffling to move the mirror to face himself better with a satisfied chirp, Theseus letting out a small sigh of relief.

The relief didn't last long though, as when the blonde looked over he saw the rough brown haired man leaning on the railing of the stairs

"You twat!" He yelled, coughing violently afterwards, clearly startling the avian in the mirror room as he fell off his stool, knocking over the radio and shattering a mirror onto the ground with his wings puffed up like cotton.
Theseus didn't even look as he ran into the room he was looking at before when the other self absorbed man had stopped him.

This room also had trash littering the floor, a blanket covering up a pile of junk, but it turns out what was covered under that blanket wasn't junk infact it was a person sticking out their hand and pulling Theseus down as he tried to walk to the door across the room.
The blonde was met face-to-face with a bulky man who had pink hair and blood red eyes.

"Whos that? Tommy? You're looking different today," dispite the mans eyes being red Theseus could tell they were blurry, clouded by an unknown force.

The kid wrinkled his nose, it smelled like rotten meat and the iorn of blood.  The pinkette tugged on his ankle again to get a reaction, Theseus shying away the best he could.

"You shouldn't be bothering your big brother since I'm so busy, but I forgive you, but it happens too often now" the man looked down at his slightly shaky hands, eyes momentarily flickering into a soft peridot green, a normal eye color
"Oh god, how did I.. why am I grabbing you, I'm s-" he shook his head, long hair waving and eyes red again

The man laughed, looking down at Theseus, or who he thought was Tommy with a mischievous look.

"You're scared, yeah?  You're just as powerless as the rest of the family."
The blonde could see something steel glint from under the blanket that the man was reaching to
"Wanna see how I know?"

Theseus really didn't want to know, tugging his leg away and getting up to run away, almost getting shanked by a small throwing knife. He didn't bother to look back to see the object stab the floor with a thud, the sound was enough.
Running into the other door he saw a staircase that lead to an attic, the one with the eerie window.

Locking the door behind him the blonde saw said window, stepping over and ignoring the two malnourished dogs at sat in the corner of the room.
Theseus stared in horror at the billboard that was across the street it was his family on some random company but instead of him with the. it was some brunette with green eyes, there was no house in sight.

Then it hit him. He wasn't Theseus, he was Tommy. His real family that resembled the advertisement were all pissed off and outside his door, banging loudly, his dogs Betty and Walter were in the corner with no food.
Tommy screamed, tears threatening to spill as he closed his eyes, he felt like he was about to pass out.

He opened his eyes, Phil taking his hand away from Theseus' forehead with a frown, Techno and Wilbur gasping with relief

"That must've one bad fever dream kiddo, why didn't you tell us you were sick?" The avian cupped his sons cheek, said boy was slightly crying but he shook his head to clear his thoughts.

"I made beef-potato soup, do you want any?" The only pinkette asked, standing up to go get it when his little brother nodded, Phil following.
Now it was just Theseus and Wilbur, the brunette walking over and hugging him.

"Don't tell dad, he'll think I'm gonna get sick too," he laughed, but the boy didn't say anything, looking past Wilburs head to the house across the street.
Up by the window there was a blonde boy leaning out of it slightly, passed out.